Poem of the Day: Do Not Disturb My Growth
Poem of the Day: Summer Rain
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Poetry: Poor and Destitute
I wrote this in 2004 inspired by a rough family situation I was going through at the time. I needed to process what was happening in some way because I couldn’t confront the person. And well, I wrote this narrative poem.
Poor and destitute
in front of me she stood
asking for shelter and food
with tears streaming down her cheek
she kept on repeating
“let me stay with you tonight,
I promise, one day I’ll make things right”
I didn’t know what to do
for a while I just stood
trying to decide
if what I was about to do was right
so with pain in my heart
I had to say
“please go away”
she tried to resist
by giving me a guilt trip
and I told her once again
“please go away”
she still wouldn’t listen
and made me listen to her reasons
this time I lost control
and yelled at her to
“PLEASE GO AWAY
IF YOU DON’T WANT ME
TO GO CRAZY”
this time she listened to me
maybe she does care for me
it hurt to turn her away
but I couldn’t be swayed
to feel sorry for her
and allow her
to ruin my world
so in the end
this was the dreadful when
I would have to decide
between saving her or me
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Poetry: Oil and Greed
I wrote this poem in 2004 about the War on Terror. I had quite a few friends in the military do tours in Afghanistan and Iraq. My son’s bio dad did 3 tours himself. It affected him greatly like it did other veterans I know.
Nothing is said.
Only tears are shed.
Over broken hearts
and lost dreams
and the disillusionment
of it all.
We once had faith
that they would be okay,
and not face
such a deadly fate.
We once had much hope
that our loved ones,
would one day come back to us,
We never once dreamed
that it would destroy ,
the most sacred thing;
the innocence of our
children
How does one explain to them,
that their parents died in
a war about oil and greed.
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Poem of the Day: A Complete Kind of Love
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Poesia: Solo y Agotado
Escribí este poema narrativo en 2002. Temas que tienen que ver con inmigración están cerca de mi corazón porque soy inmigrante. Inmigrantes indocumentados son explotados y muchas son invisibles en la sociedad.
Solo y agotado
El se sentó
En el banco viejo
Esperando por su bus
Para irse a su case
Con el poco dinero
Ganado ese mismo dia
Pero el no sabia
Que unos malvivientes
Le estaban siguiendo sus pasos
Que tenían otro plan para ese día.
Y sin darse cuenta
Lo acuchillaron de atrás
Y el quedo botado
Sangrando de sus graves heridas
Al siguiente dia
La gente diría
Que su muerte no importaría
Fue lo mejor que podía pasar
Un mojado menos
De qué preocuparnos
Pobre señor,
Hasta este dia
Su familia no sabe que paso
Pobre señor
Todo por ser hispano and indocumentado
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Poetry: Road to Somewhere
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Poetry:Childhood Lies
I wrote this in 2003 reflecting on the immigration of me and my family. The first six year we were in the United States was a nightmare. I’m not sure how much I will share of my immigration story because of all the trauma involved.
I was five at the time
when my parents lied
they said it was going to be great
our brand new fate
we were going away
so we could be safe
we weren’t exactly prepared for
the horrors we would endure
the hardships and struggles
the wonder of it all
why did they persuade us
in them we lost our trust
now we’ll never again believe
what they want us to see
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Poem of the Day: I Lost Myself in Poetry
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Poetry: So Many Things
I wrote this in March of 2004 when I was feeling nostalgic about Lucas.
So many things left unsaid
the day you decided to get away
So much left undone
Because I was no longer fun
So many tears I had cried
Asking myself a thousand whys?
Why did you leave?
I thought we were a perfect fit.
What was wrong with us?
That made you leave in a rush
Why did you break my heart?
by pulling us apart
And why didn’t you love me so?
It’s excruciating to let you go
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Poetry: Our Spot
I wrote this in February of 2004 when I was feeling nostalgic about Lucas.
I sit here at what once was our “spot”
and contemplate our last conversation
And I think over and over again how that last phrase got to
“Me and my wife had a long talk-and we decided to work things out”
I know I should have been happy but I was sad
I know I should’ve smiled but instead I cried
Of course I hid this very well from you
And the few words I could muster up was
“Well that’s good, I’m happy for you”
And I wonder why when I should’ve been happy for you, my friend
But I was sad for me
I sit down and wonder why
I always end up with the same lost guy
Who doesn’t know what he wants and hurts me tons
Who uses me just as an escape
to get away from his mate
Who never wants to tell me I love you
and thinks of me as anything but the one
who never cares after our tragic love affair fails
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Poesia: Dulce Realidad
Escribi este poema pensando como seria si me encontraba con Lucas de nuevo.
Tantas veces que yo soné
con volverte a ver
Y ahora que estás aquí
ya no sé qué decir
ni cómo actuar
no se la diferencia
si esto es una fantasía
o una dulce realidad
Lo único que se
es que esta vez
No voy a soltar
esta milagrosa oportunidad
de volverte a conocer
Y amarte otra vez
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Poem of the Day- Another Tragedy : 5/24/2022
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Poetry: Last Week
I wrote this in February of 2004 after my car accident after I was feeling lost and deep sense of despair and worthlessness. It was a trauma that would affect me for many years to come. I’ll tell the story of the accident one day when I’m ready to.
Last week I was where I needed to be
Today I am lost again with no sense of who I am
Or where I want to go
They tell me I’m a mother, daughter, coworker,
Student, sister, and girlfriend
But I don’t seem be right fit into any of those roles
So can somebody instruct me
on how to get to where I once was
Or more importantly on how to be happy just to be me
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Poem of the Day: Taming the Monster
Life on the BPD 